Each dawn, Ori drifted from island to island, catching tomorrows before they wandered away. With every soft plink into the shell satchel, Ori felt taller inside, because everyone trusted Ori to keep the bright bubbles safe.

“Easy there, little one,” Ori murmured, nudging a wobbling tomorrow back into line. The tiny bells near Ori’s tail chimed tinkle-tink as the last bubbles were tucked neatly together.